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Living in a first world country like America…
It can be hard to truly grasp what families in rural Kenya face every. single. day.
We worry about grocery bills or what's for dinner, but we never question whether there will BE dinner.
But for the families you've been helping, that's not a given.
Imagine watching your children go to bed hungry.
Not skipping dessert. Not eating less than they want.
Actually hungry. Stomachs cramping. Too weak to play.
That's Julius's reality right now.
This Kenyan father of six stands in what used to be his fertile farm… staring at cracked earth stretching to the horizon.
And the crops that should be feeding his family are completely dead…
Withered stalks that crumble to dust in his hands.
His wife Katherine rationed their last kilogram of black-eyed peas this morning.
Three meals.
That's what stands between his children and starvation.
But here's what breaks my heart—and what should inspire you.
Julius still gets up every morning at 5 AM.
He still walks miles through the scorching heat to dried riverbeds…
Kneeling in the dirt to scoop muddy water with a gourd.
In his words, he said…
"For me, everything depends on if it rains or not."
His family now has just one kilogram of black-eyed peas remaining…about three meals worth.
His priority remains keeping his children in school, where they receive lunch…
Though without farming income, paying school fees has become impossible.
Despite these challenges, Julius maintains hope.
It’s touching to hear, but with faith, he says…
"Even during a drought, you have to try."
During my last trip to Kenya, alongside my parents and my good friend Nathan Crane…
We witnessed the build-up of this crisis firsthand.
There's honestly no words to describe how heartbreaking it was.
I remember one moment that still wrecks me.
We had just finished distributing emergency food, seeds, and tools in one of the hardest-hit communities.
As we walked back to our vehicle, over a hundred children started gathering around us.
My mom and Nathan had packed bags of oranges and mangoes…
Thinking we’d give them to the kids as a small treat.
But when the children saw the fruit… everything changed.
They weren’t smiling.
They weren’t laughing.
They were hungry. Desperately hungry.
We tried handing out a few pieces, and it turned chaotic.
Ten hands clawing for one orange.
Kids pushing, falling, crying.
My mom was trying to reach the little ones, but the older, stronger children were too desperate.
No one was thinking about safety… only survival.
We made the difficult decision to stop and get back in the truck — it just became too dangerous.
And the images of what we saw haunted all of us that night.
The next morning, I asked my mom how she was feeling… and she broke down.
She couldn’t speak.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she said:
“I thought there wasn’t a famine yet, and the floods washed away their crops, but there was still food, and the famine hadn’t started.
They are already skin and bones, and if they don’t get food, they’re going to die.”
Honestly, I felt horrible… like I had traumatized my mom in a way that she´d never recover from.
My mom couldn´t stop telling me how she kept seeing the faces of her children and grandchildren in their thin, emaciated faces.
That moment changed her life forever.
This more than anything shows just how serious the starvation and famine in Kenya truly is…
I captured this whole story, including my mom, dad, and I reflecting on everything in this heartbreaking video you can watch here.
This is why our Kenya Fundraiser Project matters so much.
Your previous support has already proven these families don’t need charity—they need opportunity.
The families you helped through our initiative aren’t sitting around waiting for rescue.
They’re innovating. They’re problem-solving. They’re fighting for their futures.
But they’re fighting with their bare hands against a climate that’s getting more brutal every year.
Right now, while you're reading this email, Julius is planning his next growing season.
Katherine is figuring out how to stretch those last three meals.
Their children are walking to school on empty stomachs… because that’s where they'll get their only meal of the day.
They have the determination. They have the knowledge. They have the hope.
But they can’t do it alone.
So I’m pleading with you — please don’t wait.
Because without immediate intervention…
I’ve seen far too many Kenyans struggle from starvation in the most horrific ways.
Some took their last breath right in front of me…
Just like this man of God, who essentially died in my arms:
These precious people are fighting the hardest battle possible…
And once you see it for yourself… it scars you for life.
It´s honestly unlike anything you´ve ever imagined.
These people don´t have weeks or months to wait for your help…
They have just days.
And as each day passes… so does their chances of survival.
Your contribution, no matter the size, creates ripples of hope for many like them.
It can mean a warm meal for a traumatized child...
A dry place to sleep for an exhausted mother...
And a chance to rebuild for a family who's lost everything.
Here’s what changes everything for families like Julius’s — and so many others across Kenya:
Some additional great news is that I will be matching donations. So, when you give a dollar, my companies, Health Secret, Well of Life and Red Life will match that, making it two dollars.
So, 5 dollars becomes 10 dollars. 50 dollars becomes 100 dollars, and 500 dollars becomes 1,000 dollars.
This is all verifiable through an independent 501c3, King’s Ransom Foundation. This also makes your donation tax deductible.
Think about your own children for a moment.
Think about the lengths you'd go to protect them, to give them a future.
That’s Julius. That’s Katherine. That’s thousands of parents across Kenya who refuse to let their children’s stories end in hunger.
The difference between hope and despair lies in your decision right now.
We are getting close to our target, and I need your help to get us there, and to reach all the people that desperately need us right now.
We are only going to keep this matching program open for a short window of time, today and over the next few days, while we push toward our goal and seek to save as many lives as possible.
Please give generously while we have time to act, and save lives.
These aren’t people looking for handouts.
These are parents willing to walk through hell for their kids — they just need the tools to make that walk count.
When you give, you’re not just sending money to Africa.
You’re standing with a father who refuses to quit.
You’re betting on a mother who rations food so her children can eat.
You’re investing in the same fierce parental love that drives you.
The families you help today will be feeding their children from their own farms next year.
They’ll be sending kids to school with full bellies.
They’ll be proving that when you give people the tools they need, they don’t just survive — they thrive.
Fathers like Julius are still out there right now, searching for water.
Their children are still going to bed hungry tonight across Kenya.
But tomorrow? Tomorrow can be different.
Tomorrow, fathers could be tending thriving crops instead of scraping mud from riverbeds...
Mothers could be preparing meals from their own harvest instead of rationing their last handful of beans...
And children could be running to school with full bellies and bright futures ahead of them.
The only thing standing between tonight's desperation and tomorrow's abundance is your decision to act.